Seeing Zhang Han’s expression from a distance, Wang Xiuying wanted to stuff her head under the table, but her youngest son was happily eating a piece of chocolate cake, he didn’t even understand what was happening.

Zhang Mingyu and his father walked over with the old lady step by step. When Old Man Zhang saw Chen Fang who was getting closer, he couldn’t help but stand up, greeted her excitedly, and stretched out his hand to the old lady: “Xiao Fang! ”

Chen Fang’s expression did not change at all, she nodded at him as if looking at a stranger: “Hello, Mr. Zhang.”

When Old Man Zhang heard the words “Mr. Zhang”, his face showed a painful expression, and his voice was a little hoarse: “Xiao Fang, do you still hate me?”

Chen Fang smiled lightly: “Mr. Zhang is joking, why should I hate you? To me, you are just a person I once knew.”

Old man Zhang showed a look of astonishment, and he was a little flustered when he saw Chen Fang’s unwavering eyes. He didn’t seem to expect that he did not weigh Chen Fang’s heart.

“I’m here today to bring my child to see you.” Chen Fang patted Zhang Han’s hand and said: “He is your father by blood. It’s up to you to decide whether to recognize him or not.”

Zhang Han didn’t even look at Old Man Zhang and said in a firm voice: “I’ve only had a mother and no father. I didn’t have it when I was a child, and I don’t care about it now.”

Old Man Zhang’s lips moved slightly, but he didn’t know what to say. He looked at Chen Fang with red eyes, and called out in a choked voice, “Xiao Fang.”

Chen Fang took a serious look at Old Man Zhang. The face in her memory merged with the aged face in front of her, and the last regret in her heart disappeared.

Old Man Zhang looked at Chen Fang and felt very emotional, Xiao Fang in his memory was young and beautiful like a swallow in the sky. Even though the old lady in front of her was dressed luxuriously, she could still see thick yellowed calluses on her hands. Her eyes which were as clear as pool water at the beginning were now a little cloudy.

“Xiao Fang, you are old, and I am too.” Old Man Zhang sighed: “Now my wife is gone, if you want, we can live together, and I will compensate you well in the future.”

When Chen Fang heard this, she shook her head with a dumb laugh: “Naturally, I won’t agree. I was stupid when I was young and was abandoned. Now that I am living a happy and comfortable life, why would I want to get back with you.”

Old Man Zhang was speechless by those words. Chen Fang stopped looking at him, turned to look around at the people on the table, and asked softly, “Excuse me, who is the fortune-teller Master Lin?”

Lin Qingyin put down the tea in her hand and smiled apologetically at Chen Fang: “Sorry for disturbing the old lady, do you have any worries? I’ll give you free divination.”

“Don’t be sorry, I want to thank you.” Chen Fang smiled casually: “Although I don’t love or hate him anymore, deep inside my heart, I want to meet again. I didn’t expect my wish will be fulfilled today.”

Lin Qingyin looked at her face and said, “Although the old lady went through hardships in the first half of her life, the more she goes on, the more blessed she is.”

Chen Fang laughed when he heard this: “I believe the master’s words.”

Lin Qingyin looked at Old Man Zhang and then at Chen Fang: “The two of you indeed have fate, but this thin relationship ended decades ago, and it will never be possible again.”

Old Man Zhang had already seen Chen Fang’s attitude, but he still had confidence in himself. After all, he was the most attractive old man in their park square. He always felt that he only need to be more attentive to her.

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